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No, you mutter with a casual shake of your head, you were just remembering something funny! Responding with an encouraging smile, Doc Venaas steps aside as you shove the door open with a dull creak! They really oughta grease that hinge!
Emerging into the <span class="mu-g">MAIN SHAFT,</span> your eyes adjust just in time to notice a maintenance worker sweeping a handful of litter into a dustpan a few feet in front of your exit. Sparing you both a passing glance, the cleaner deposits the garbage into a trash bag before fading into the crowd whistling a jaunty tune.
Creepy.
“<span class="mu-i">Y-yea…</span>”
The trip to <span class="mu-g">ADMIN LEVEL</span> is uneventful save for the crowds of <span class="mu-b">VOLUNTEER SCOUTS</span> and refugees lining the path like concert-goers waiting for a Port-O-Potty to open up. Sidestepping a few of the more <span class="mu-i">animated</span> individuals, your surroundings quiet down a bit when you pass through the beehive that is <span class="mu-g">ADMIN</span> and reach the tunnels leading to your <span class="mu-g">PERSONAL BUNKER.</span>
“Cripes,” Ly remarks as you fumble with your <span class="mu-g">KEYCARD,</span> “I know it’s a crisis an’ all, but I’m startin’ ta’ miss how quiet it is topside… an’ less crowded…”
Well get ready, buttercup, because there’s gonna be <span class="mu-i">plenty</span> of noise inside… As the front door pops open with a pleasant ‘<span class="mu-i">ding</span>’, the silence in the corridor is shattered by the raucous sound of revelry inside your new residence–you barely have to take two steps beyond its threshold before you hear practically <span class="mu-i">all</span> of your dumbass friends!
Being in the <span class="mu-g">FOYER,</span> you don’t exactly <span class="mu-i">see</span> any of them, but the rest of your senses provide plenty of hints:
The scent of something cooking in the <span class="mu-g">KITCHEN</span> tickles your nostrils, along with the sound of a familiar laugh–<span class="mu-b">SYB’S–</span>no doubt about it.
Up ahead in the <span class="mu-g">GAME ROOM</span> you hear the sound of pool balls clacking together along with the unmistakable sound of <span class="mu-b">TALBOT</span> braying and <span class="mu-b">ART’s</span> classic groan.
Craning your ears above it all, you can just barely hear the sound of water running–on instinct you glance towards your <span class="mu-g">MASTER BEDROOM AND THE TUB INSIDE,</span> but further listening tells you that the sound is coming from the <span class="mu-g">POOL AREA</span> you failed to check out last time you were here… along with the faint sound of a girl’s bored voice… <span class="mu-b">MITZI?</span>
“<span class="mu-i">E-erm… I’ll j-just head to the LAUNDRY ROOM, then…</span>” Denise whispers, awaiting your approval.
Where should you head FIRST?
>THE KITCHEN! WHAT’S COOKIN’?
>GAME ON! LET’S GO TO THE GAME ROOM!
>MASTER BEDROOM! IF SOMEONE TOOK YOUR STUFF…
>POOL! A DIP SOUNDS REFRESHING!
>FOLLOW DENISE–YOU CAN BE HER LOOKOUT!
>WRITE-IN!
